When it has been a while between posts, I sometimes feel that I have to re-introduce myself.
Hi, my name is Heather and this is my blog.
It's been quite a week. Last Friday afternoon, my husband called me at work to tell me he feared he was being laid off at the end of the day. It turned out to simply be a disciplinary thing and he was suspended for three days. This is the third time this has happened to him. There is a person at the work who is behind this problem and I'm feeling very uncharitable and hoping this person gets laid off himself. He has caused me and my family a lot of grief.
The family schedule this week has made it so that I've been gone every evening since last Monday. When I'm out that often, I get really cranky. And that's being kind to myself. I am a bad lady. Mean. I was looking forward to this weekend with two days off to myself (with Kiff, of course). Brian didn't tell me he had the kids for extra time and was taking the day off to be with them. There went my alone time. It's hard for me to comprehend that this man can't understand that his being around is a LOT OF WORK FOR ME. And his kids are quadruple work.
I ended up coming home from church early with a headache. I laid down and fell into that not-asleep, but paralyzed/dreaming state that is almost as good as a nap until Kenneth burst into my room and climbed into the bed and onto my head an hour later (when church was really over). Why does he ALWAYS sit or lay or something on my head?
I'm going to try to do something art-related tomorrow, even with a house full of people. Wish me luck.